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Alone
Hip-Hop/Rap
Alone was released on April 18, 2025 by Chosen Records as a part of the album Archives
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Release DateApril 18, 2025
LabelChosen Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM134

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B Baby
B Baby
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B Baby
B Baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B Baby
B Baby
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'm tired of **** keep askin' shit get the fuck on yo dumb ass is never havin
I get a bag and then make me a song get to ig and flexing my money elastic
Know its some **** out here really mad as a bitch cause I'm steppin' on necks with some
Lanvins All up on Ig sayin' that you hard but that G45 made his ass get to dancing
I hit her once and then pass to the bro then send her ass home cause her back then been broke
I ain't even paranoid I'm just cautious Im ridin with a 4-5 glocks at the store
Flrdd goin make that lil' boy hit a whoa switch it up so **** cannot take my flow
You a dub lil' pussy boy go check the door better eat your food **** let me know
7-0-4-5-20 that's what I be reppin' these **** know what I be on
And I throw up the set I'm big 33 you mess with a gang then you getting sent home
Why the fuck she keep askin' me for money? I told that lil' bitch that you can't get alone
We in the crib all lovey and dovey in public we cannot seem to get along
I'm tired of **** keep askin' shit get the fuck on yo dumb ass is never havin
I get a bag and then make me a song get to ig and flexing my money elastic
Know its some **** out here really mad as a bitch cause I'm steppin' on necks with some
Lanvins All up on Ig sayin' that you hard but a G45 made his ass get to dancing
I hit her once and then pass to the bro then send her ass home cause her back then been broke
I ain't even paranoid I'm just cautious Im ridin with a 4-5 glocks at the store
Flrdd goin make that lil' boy hit a whoa switch it up so **** cannot take my flow
You a dub lil' pussy boy go check the door better eat your food **** let me know
7-0-4-5-20 that's what I be reppin' these **** know what I be on
And I throw up the set I'm big 33 you mess with a gang then you getting sent home
Why the fuck she keep askin' me for money? I told that lil' bitch that you can't get alone
We in the crib all lovey and dovey in public we cannot seem to get along
Written by: B Baby
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